Looking up for you now
staring down the night

Nowhere to go now, love
that you've taken your own life.

Last night I thought
I saw your constellation
orbiting the moon.

In another life
I would have known you.
Quiet like the stars in the night
....ever shining.

India is rising.
I am jolted at this thought.
Do you sip only contentment?

India is being Paris.
A beautiful sentence.
Spicy. Sweet. Allu Tikki.

In July and August
I have to pull up my pants
Upto knees to cross the roads.
Chances of bathing are good.
Have you ever enjoyed
This unwanted bathroom?

You know India
Is completing the project
Of making smart cities.
A matter of pride.
Greatness. Well progress.

Chip in. Pray for much rain.
We need heavenly blessings.
More water in the ditches.
More tourists. More selfies.
More demand. More news.

Thank God we are Indians.
If we were Americans
How would we dance
In the fountains on the roads?

Things are stylish.
All are pleased. Exclude me.
I don't want any pic
In the newspapers.
What I desire for
Is what you might have
Understood after
My conversation.
My Indians. Very gullible.
Take care. Good bye.

Love can be like
trapped light
existing like dusk
the likes of which we can't see
physical but not optical
gravesites for stars
a waystation for dreamers
a delta to cruise through
paradise on Sunday
cold as ice on Monday
a hundred pound block on tongs
with a butterfly at its center
your temple of madness
or the Egypt of your ***
lands of mystery
an island of death
proven theories of sorrow
your lineage, children, tomorrows.

All days' ve flown down the wall
Where we would fly the kite
Under the boiling sunshine
And clouds, dancing in joys.

Only stains breathe now
Like spatches painted
On the road after rain.

Even today that squirrel
Comes and try to find out
Our legs just like a boy
Who searches his lost
Coin in the sand.

The gardener still approaches
And sleep soundly .
None disturbs him.

Daily I visit this place
I couldn't resist myself

Again the heart wishes
To stand in the same water
But legs stumble
Like those of a pigeon
On the window..

She leans closer to me
Kisses me and whisper in my ear

" Stop! Surrender!
  We are one, remember ? "

I smile and look her in the eyes
As i feel our bodies merging to the other side.

Words Of Harfouchism.

Lynching is a practice to spearhead the crime

I'll dance, but only to the rhythm
Of a true pulse.

The most interesting souls I've
Met were the ones least

Interested in being seen as
One.

I have the nose of a poet; can
Smell fakeness from a

Heartbeat
Away.

Children lie.
The rest don't even care to.

As I remember the years
Seeing your eyes

As you looked at me

Another potion of life
As we made this silent promise

You held my hand

Staring at the perfect moon
Listening to this song

I only see your smile
Until this potion remains

For as long as your face smiles
Twinkles of the daring night

You are my everything
And in you I see all of life's bounties

A magical moon
Signs your name in the sky

As No veil holds us apart
We start the best years of life

In love with a potion
We share in elixir nights

We both stared into a future
We knew exists beyond borders

Every stare would shake my being
As coincidence placed us together

Each year was yet another promise
Of who we are in union

And what we will be forever
Through tîme

And a perfect moon

There was a time I didn't stop to smell the roses anymore
I just wanted to hide away from the world

He took my childhood
He took my trust
All because of his sick ******* of lust

It took me awhile to finally see
That he was to blame for the horrible, awful ...not me

Once I started cleaning out darkened cobwebs
and the craziness from my mind
Those roses started smelling sweeter and sweeter all the time
Despite all that evilness from him
I overcame and I am longer victim

He on the other hand I hear is not faring that well
Seems as though he has already cashed in that one way ticket to hell
He can never hurt me or anyone else for that matter ever again
He loses and ...I WIN